i’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the gallows pole the sands of time for me are running low

when the priest comes to read me the last rites i take a look through the bars at the last sights of a world that has gone very wrong for me

can it be there’s some sort of error? hard to stop the surmounting terror is it really the end not some crazy dream?

somebody please tell me that i’m dreaming it’s not so easy to stop from screaming but words escape me when i try to speak

tears they flow but why am i crying? after all i am not afraid of dying don’t believe that there is never an end

as the guards march me out to the courtyard someone calls from a cell, “god be with you” if there’s a god then why has he let me die?

as i walk all my life drifts before me and though the end is near i’m not sorry catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away

mark my words please believe my soul lives on please don’t worry now that i have gone i’ve gone beyond to see the truth

when you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand life down there is just a strange illusion